The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 338: what you’re looking at

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366) .. MYSTERIES manifestly a great desire to accost the young doce tor, but some motive still restrained him—distress becomes so timid! for it is 80 often repulsed with harshness. At last, however, and while Stephen was stiil himself hesitating, the beggar softly withdrew from the rails against which be was leaning, and, with wolf like step, he crossed the street. He approached Steplen just as the latter had, at last made up his mind to pull the bell. Your honour, said he, timidly pulling Stephen - by the skirts of his coat. Ob, your honour! Stephen turned quickly round, ashamed at being surprised in such a place, and at first sight of the beggar he felt inclined to be angry with him; but the miserable man waa staggering upon his teeble lega—the few steps he had just made had exhausted him. What do you want? askéd Stephen, who re- Strained 2n impatient gesture which was about escaping him. Oh, your honour, replied the mendicant, witha strong Irish accent, de not be angry with me. I only want to tell you that Mr. Bishop asks too much money. and you could make a bargain with me for hali what he would charge. Stephen involuntarily shrunk back from the , beggar. Poverty, among the thousand evils that » it entails, brings also that of being readily sus- pected. Stephen’s ideas were, besides, of a most ~ melancholy nature, and the words of the poor | Irishman instantly appeared to him of dreadful import. ae 4 sy LAN comicbooks:com if